Fragility

Fragility pervades the Dower House today, from the slender, fragile sliver of the waning moon in the predawn sky, to the livers of His Lordship and myself after an evening of being liberally wined and dined at the home of my friend of o.m.ts and her partner yesterday.

Wonderful food and an abundant supply of wine have left their mark on our ageing digestive systems.
I have fared better, having imbibed less, but as I watch HL sipping a large glass of milk, I wonder at our inability to learn from experience, but oh what a great evening it was!